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“C-Cason.”
“Good girl.”
He released her and raised his hands above his head as if she were the one who had tackled him in his weakness. Solette prepared to climb off him when the bedroom door banged the wall, making them both jump.
“Mind telling me what in the world is going on here?” An icy wind blew off Ezio’s words, leaving Solette chilled to the bone.
Chapter 4
Ezio slammed a fist on the desk and glared at Cason. “You’re telling me it was just an accident? Somehow I doubt that, and even if it was, what kind of nurse falls on her patient? You could have been injured.”
Cason rubbed his right shoulder and stared at the ceiling. He yawned. “You’re making a mountain out of a molehill, fratello.”
“A mole—” Ezio swore in Italian.
Romy spoke up. “Calm down, Ezio. She’s been doing a good job so far. None of us were able to get Cason out of his room before Solette came, and he looks like he’s put on some weight.”
Cason cut his eyes to Romy. “You’re saying I’m getting fat?”
Romy ignored him. “She’s been good with him, and I agree with Cason. We shouldn’t make this situation bigger than it needs to be.”
“We do if she’s decided to seduce him! You know we’ve had more than our fair share of that, Romy. And Cason’s head isn’t where it should be. He might not notice the signs.” Ezio shoved fingers through his hair and began to pace. “I hired her in the first place because she’s not his type and never will be. Yet, the first chance she gets she’s on his lap.”
“Exaggerate much?” Cason said.
Romy winced. “Don’t pick up Sonya’s way of speaking.
Cason examined him. “Thought you were on the way to marrying her.”
Romy’s countenance closed. “We’re not talking about me.”
“Now there’s a subject,” Cason insisted. He planned to rib Romy as soon as possible. Then he came to himself. Ribbing his brothers was a thing of the past, back when he didn’t have a care in the world. He wasn’t that guy anymore. Releasing a sigh, he stared up the ceiling with his one good eye. The other he kept patched because the shadows seen through the other and the distortion freaked him out. “Whatever. If you want to fire her, do it. I couldn’t care less. I can go back to living the way I want.”
Ezio growled. “You’d like that, but you can forget it. You’re going to have a nurse. Period. If Solette’s not right for you, then I’ll find another one. Maybe a male nurse…”
Cason couldn’t keep the horrified look off his face. “No man is touching me!”
Ezio shrugged and looked toward Romy rather than Cason. “That might be a good idea. A man won’t get ideas.”
“That’s what you think.” Cason tried to figure out if Ezio was serious. His older brother didn’t usually kid around when it came to staff, which could mean a nightmare for Cason. He’d never felt so powerless. He had worked for Ezio for years, but for the most part he called his own shots. Ezio never got in his way, especially since Cason knew his stuff when it came to people and numbers. No one was better. Cason had single-handedly made the family several million. Since his accident, he didn’t so much as read a stock report or even check on the weather forecast.
Cason had caused Solette to fall on top of him, and the accident hurt in places he had no wish to admit. On the hand, her soft curves had fit amazingly well, and he recalled what it was like to hold a woman in his arms. He had no serious designs on her, but he enjoyed seeing the shock on her face when certain of their parts connected. Maybe I should get a new nurse after all. It wouldn’t be good if he started getting ideas about Solette. Regardless, he didn’t want her to go.
Cason turned his wheelchair toward the office door. “Get someone else if you want, but if it’s a man, I’m going to get rid of him before he can say his name. Try me and see.”
The door bumped Cason’s leg when he tried to get it open, and he clenched his jaw in pain. He still wasn’t that great a maneuvering. Romy sprang from the seat he occupied toward the door and helped get it open. Cason glared at him.
“I can handle it,” he snapped.
“Of course you can, but it doesn’t change the fact that I want to help.” Romy’s gentle smile grated on Cason’s nerves. He recalled seeing the worry and fear in his oldest brother’s eyes. At the time, he’d hated being the one to cause Romy to feel that way.
Cason made it outside the office but stopped as Romy was shutting the door. He listened at the panels with no shame.
“You know he likes her,” Romy said.
“I don’t care if he likes her! That’s not my criteria for hiring a nurse. If she’s already—”
“Cason,” Romy began.
